So I suppose I should be flattered. Really, I should be. To think that someone would think so highly of my boobs at this stage in my life that they would require at least one to be IN their mouth in order to make it through half the day and most of the night.
She responds to pacifiers like my other kids - basically like me stuffing a pool noodle in her mouth. And while I'm quite handed in completing various tasks with an occupied boob, I need a little space. My boobages need some rest and recovery time.
And considering Quinlan drew me with a baby growth hanging off my chest, I think I need another option that does not make me look like some alien life form to my other children.
[Note from Editor's boobs: She is currently swaddled and sleeping in the car seat after being rocked vigorously without either of us in her mouth.]
[Editor's Boobs Update: That swaddle car seat thing lasted two minutes, so she was back on us until she fell asleep and then was rocked and then placed on the bed.]